Madrason writer

Gold Star - 23,377 Points (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Madrason writer Poems

1921. This Dance Called Life 4/15/2013
1922. A Woodpecker Pecked Wood. 9/30/2010
1923. 'Ommmmmmmmmmmhhhh...' 1/13/2013
1924. Europa Een 9/11/2012
1925. Society 3/24/2010
1926. Lekker Scheetje 4/27/2013
1927. Vergeten Bloemen 8/14/2013
1928. De Fotograaf 8/10/2013
1929. Constantijn Huygens Nu 5/22/2013
1930. A Maybe Baby 4/13/2014
1931. Mandela Mandala 12/6/2013
1932. Ach, Man En Vrouw 4/16/2014
1933. Diep Met Ware Vleugels 1/21/2014
1934. Charles Bukowski 10/12/2014
1935. Blown Away 10/6/2014
1936. Duizenden Momenten 11/29/2014
1937. A Poem Born From Nakedness 1/1/2015
1938. Moslimhaat 2/12/2015
1939. Dranghekken Om Je Podium 3/14/2015
1940. Sunburnt Strings 3/18/2015
1941. Positive Awareness: 3/19/2015
1942. De Mens In De Mens Is Het Goud Van De Wens! 3/17/2015
1943. To Disarm A Harmless Man 3/24/2015
1944. Ach, Mannen Toch! 11/1/2014
1945. Zwerfvuil 2/4/2015
1946. En Noem Haar Teder Vagina 1/21/2015
1947. Cat's Tail 5/16/2013
1948. Pukkel Op De Teen Van Italie 5/12/2014
1949. On Her Own Terms 10/25/2013
1950. Arbeids Ethos 3/15/2015
1951. René Gude 3/14/2015
1952. The String Will Break 3/19/2018
1953. Zee Van Vuur 1/15/2018
1954. True Life 3/24/2018
1955. Insight 5/13/2015
1956. To Carry Faith 3/24/2016
1957. Dromen Van Identiteit 7/16/2012
1958. Op Zoek Naar Een Waar Gezicht 2/4/2015
1959. Rugby 9/23/2017
1960. Duizend Pauwenveren 12/21/2016

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  • Zoila T. Flores Zoila T. Flores (7/12/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    Nice flaw of words about repentance.

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Best Poem of Madrason writer

Where The Future Has No Name

Voices from forests
move in to the cities
the Metropolitan blues
gets his voice
from strangers with
no choice
like Ghosts
they go back
just like they came
to where the future
has no name. M

for all the great forest people, C Turnbull,
G Schweinfurth and L Sarno and P Julien.

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Social Woods

THE SOCIAL WOODS

I do not wish to be
a merely me
I' d like to share
and stay aware
that i am hardly a rock
sandstoned by time
everyday i losen a leaf

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